Не было бы разницы

Cursing here is like the spices in street shawarma: spicy, shameless, and for some reason, delicious. Each line seems to spit in the face of decency, but it does so with such flair that it's impossible not to laugh. The world is a place where you "pedal until you're given a break," and the philosophy of survival is as simple as the stool in Grandpa's kitchen: don't ask, don't wait, just do it, even if everything is falling apart. Beneath the noise of the swear words, something almost touching is hidden - tired honesty. That moment when instead of a motivational speech, you put on a dirty track, and suddenly everything falls into place. It's not about good and evil, but about how to live when there are no other instructions.